Date: Tue, 2 Jun 2020 03:02:08 +0000 (UTC) From: "andyness817@yahoo.com" Subject: Stay for Dinner Stay for Dinner "Speedos are so gay" I heard the guys saying as they peeled their wet speedos off, releasing their packages from tight bonding so they could bounce freely in their boxers instead. I can't remember if joining the swim team was worth it sometimes. I mean, I've read the fantasies and masturbated with abandon at the thought of my speedo clad teammates cumming inside my mouth and my ass, but in the real world, you let your eyes linger on any part of their hot bodies for slightly too long and you're dead. It was Nigel who first caught me staring. I thought I had looked away fast enough but he could see my checking out the toned bodies of our team mates and he gave me a raised eyebrow. He knew. After I'd showered and dressed, I found him waiting outside the change rooms and he offered me a lift home. I was 16 and didn't have a car. He was 17 and he did. I got into the car. Nigel was pretty fucking hot. He wore tight track pants that really gripped his ass and showed those two bubbles bobbing along as he walked. He had more of a solid, footballer's build, instead of a slender swimmer's body. His upper arm muscles were precariously close to ripping the sleeves of his t-shirt. He had a nice solid jaw with stubble and the most amazing pair of emerald green eyes. I was terrified and turned on at the same time. I was hard from the moment he started the car. "So, I saw you checking out the guys in the shower," he said. "What?" I asked, pretending to be surprised and offended. He didn't buy it. "Look dude, don't play dumb, you're clearly gay, I know when someone's trying to steal glances, I'm an expert at it." "You are?" "Absolutely, I've been doing it in the locker room for years. Plus, I've seen you steal glances at me." I stayed silent. "It's OK. I work hard on this body, it's nice to be appreciated. Do you deny it?" I was still quiet. "Look dude, I'm not into blackmail and I'm not into kidnapping or rape or anything fucked up like that. I saw you staring, I figured you were gay and I think you're pretty hot yourself, if you'd like, you can come back to my place and we can fool around, or I can drop you home and we'll pretend this never happened, just make sure you stare a bit less often." It took me so long to process all this. I mean, I had seen Nigel naked before, he had an incredible body with smooth skin over rounded muscles. I'd even seen a glimpse of his beautifully thick cock and ample ball sack with is dark fuzz. The thought running my hands over his body, kissing his lips and having his cock in my hands and my mouth, maybe even my ass, almost made me blow my load right there in my briefs. Thank god I didn't so the boxer's thing. "So, do you want to come back to my place." "Um, yeah OK." I feebly got out. I couldn't take anything else in for the short drive or anything in his house, it looked pretty stock standard. He took me into his bedroom, I was almost shaking with nerves. He took my face in his hands and then tentatively kissed me, just lightly on the lips and then he started putting his tongue in my mouth. My hard on was likely to rip open my jeans. He pulled off my shirt looked appreciatively at my body. He invited me to pull his off and he did. Next came out pants. With just our briefs between us we fell on the bed and the animal instincts in Nigel started taking over, his body instinctively asserted dominance over mine, like the mammals we were. Our briefs didn't last long. He pulled them both off. He got me on my back and the full force and weight of his manliness, even at 17, made me feel safe and protected whilst completely at his mercy. I wrapped my legs around his hips and my hands around his shoulders, exploring his smooth back from his burly shoulders down to his large round ass. I gripped his ass firmly, feeling the muscles that he was going to use to thrust into me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my own cock and balls and could see it was going to be a challenge to get that inside me. But I wanted to submit so badly, to be dominated by him. To become his. I felt my hole loosen, telling my how much I wanted him. But I also didn't want this incredible foreplay to end. He was kissing and biting my neck in between passionate kisses. My limbs were wrapped so tightly around him as if I could pull us together to become one thing instead of two. I was completely surrendered. Amidst his pants he whispered gently in my ear "Can I fuck you?" "Yes, please." I said. He reached a hand over to his bedside table for some lube and I felt the sudden chill on my pucker as he lubed me up. Then his cock was pushing into me. Very gently at first, he was guided by me, only pushing in when he saw my face relax, and pausing when he winced. It wasn't until later, after I'd taken many more dicks that I realise how special this was and how glad I was he was patient with me. I didn't feel any pain. He pushed in so slowly and gently that I could relax around his cock and hold it snug inside me. I savoured the fullness but my dick was almost exploding with the desire to cum. I went to reach for it but he pulled my hand away and maid me wait. My pleasure causing me to writhe and moan. He grabbed my hands with his, one at a time, interlacing his fingers in mind and holding my hands down above my head. At first his thrusts were slow and gently and his beautiful green eyes looked into mine. We were just loving the feeling, me feeling full of him and him being inside me, his cock being massaged by my tight hole. He slowly got a little faster. I loved it. Then even faster. I loved it even more. Then his animal instincts took over and he started pounding my ass hard, gripping my hands tightly and using this stocky ass and thigh muscles to really thrust deep and hard. Every moment of it was the most sexually charged pleasure torture I have ever endured. I was so desperate to climax, but I couldn't use my hands. My head was spinning and my eyes rolled back. I could feel my prostate being massaged into kingdom come. I was getting so close. "Open, your, eyes." He said in between thrusts. I opened my eyes to look directly into his, just as he let out a mighty groan and I let out a long, shuddering moan. Streams of cum shot out of my cock with enough force to hit me in the face and squirt onto his body and mine as I felt his thick, hot cream filling me up deep inside. We kept our eyes locked on each other the entire time. He leaned down onto me, the full weight of his body on mine. And kissed me deeply. I kissed him back. I wanted to stay naked under him forever. Stuck together by my cum. There was a small droplet om my face. He delicately collected it with his finger and then into his mouth. "Yummy" he said. "Would you like to stay for dinner?" "I'll need to ask my parents but if they say it's OK sure." My parents said it was fine, from that day on I had "dinner" at Nigel's once a week and often I'd go around for "extra training", "homework" or "afternoon tea". Whether my parents or the team believed that's what we were doing or not, I'll never know, but I never stole glances in the changerooms after that as I could look at the most beautiful naked body I had ever seen whenever I felt like it.